The Room

Staring straight up at the wide, white ceiling, Nikki, her knees pressed against her chest, laid on her soft bed. Her cold, pale hands were tucked under her head, her fingers fiddling silently with her chocolate rippled hair, when she heard a tapping bouncing off the walls around her. Nikki shot right up, and threw herself off from her mattress and slid into her fluffy slippers that awaited her cold toes. The thick darkness coated her substantially large room and the tap, tap, tap echoed from wall to wall. Nikki pressed her ear up against the cold corner of her quarters, and felt the dancing vibrations of the spine chilling tap within her house. She quickly tiptoed quietly to her rustic desk, and ripped the drawer which sat under the surface of the desk, open.

The rolling cabinet groaned as it slowly got pulled into Nikki's beating chest, and snatched a torch from the pile of objects. She gripped it tightly as the flickering light came to life. The bright shine of the glowing torch scanned the room, then a creak of floorboards made Nikki's bones freeze in place, as if she was made of stone. 

Nikki now realised she wasn't alone. She pivoted around as fast as she could to face her door, the handle twisting slowly. As soon as the door was pushed open, her lit torch burnt out with a snap. She tried to flick the switch back on, but it just wouldn't glow. Then she felt something warm breathing down her cold neck. She screamed.